Royal chambers in Tuor’s palace. Heavy silk drapes block the dawn. I lie there, belly swollen with heir, skin pale as death. Too many honeyed sweets. Weakness creeps in. But deep inside, fire simmers. Mages burst in. Old master, sharp eyes. Young apprentice, Guizet, eager. They command urine test. I piss in the golden pot. Master dips wooden spoon, tastes. Sweet as syrup. Guizet confirms, tongue probing the fluid. No more sweets, they say. Brews come: bitter rakytnik berries, zazvor spice. Colors flood back to my cheeks.
Next visit. Urine milder. Guizet sniffs deeper. Master probes my swollen belly. Fingers circle clit. It swells, hard. He tastes. Heat of pregnancy, he says. My core throbs. Nerves twist low. Mask cracks. Day queen fades. Secret heroine surges. ‘Lick me,’ I growl. ‘For science.’ Guizet kneels. Tongue dives into slick folds. I gush nectar. He laps hungrily. ‘Deeper,’ I hiss. Power floods me. This is no weak royal. I’m the storm.
The Royal Chambers Ignite
Nerves coil tighter. Knot screams for release. ‘Fuck me natural,’ I demand. ‘Real cock.’ Guizet blushes fire-red. Master orders: strip. He drops trou. Cock springs, thick, virgin-fresh. Untested treasure. I grin feral. ‘Big enough?’ He nods, trembling. I spread thighs wide. Throne of my cunt awaits. Guizet thrusts. Raw stretch. Fills me. I seize hips, slam him deeper. Ride the waves. Master circles. ‘From behind, Majesty?’ Yes. He mounts. Dual invasion. Cocks pound. Front, back. Friction ignites.
Dominion and Climax
Sweat slicks skin. Breaths rasp. Palace echoes slaps, moans. I command rhythm. Faster. Harder. Clit grinds shaft. Belly bounces. Juices flood. Guizet’s eyes roll. Virgin breaks. He spurts hot seed. I clench, milk him dry. Master follows. Deep anal plunge. Knot unravels. Orgasm rips. Walls pulse. Scream shreds silence. Ecstasy crashes. Body quakes. Power absolute. They collapse, spent. I rise, glistening. Healed. Satisfied.
Dawn breaks full. Mages depart on tarns. Secret sealed. Belly settles. Heir kicks strong. Court awaits. Dignified queen emerges. Smile serene. None suspect the night-ravaged vixen. Adrenaline lingers. Every glance, I dominate. Stronger. Wilder. Mask firmer. This fire? Mine alone. Throne? Just foreplay.